Post by Dagmar Stempf on Oct 31, 2008 0:01:49 GMT
ACCEPTED! The History was rather short, keeping you from a sergeant rank, or higher possibly, but I'll give you Stabsgefreiter (corporal) welcome...again
-JT
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German
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
German
Character History:
Dagmar was born in 1919 in Berlin. He always longed to do something great, something that the world would remember him by. He was averagely intelligent, but never had the aptitude to do the same thing day in day out so he therefor never focused that much in school. Upon leaving school at the age of 18 he didn't really know what to do with himself. He wondered from job to job, never being able to settle in to any job, never bring able to find a job that he could fit into. When war broke out in 1939 Dagmar, like everyone else, saw the posters saying "fight for your country" and "make a hero out of yourself." He decided to join up and discovered that he loved, he loved obeying the strict orders, the strict routine, the fitness if it. Even though it could be quite a sameish job, he found he didn't mind, because he new it was all leading up to that moment of ultimate excitement. He lived and would quite happily die for the army.
Military Rank:
Any
but be nice 
Writing Sample:
The air rushed past him, freezing him, and generally making this a very uncomfortable jump. This was the 5 time he had had left a plane whilst it was still in the air. He had let himself fall for about 30 seconds before opening his chute, he had now been falling at a lot slower speeds for about 20 minutes. He was absolutely freezing now and he could no longer move his arms. On top of that he was starting to drift away from the main pack, but he could not move his arms properly so he couldn't do anything about it. He could feel his head going dizzy, he was to cold and was loosing consciousness. The last thing he saw was him breaking thought the last of the clouds, and the trees hundreds of feet below.
When he awoke his whole body was numb, he was hanging about 13 foot above the ground, his parachute caught on a tree. "Thank god" he thought "landing whilst unconscious would have interesting results, like 2 broken legs." He new he needed to get moving or his body would fall into unconsciousness from the cold, he pulled his bayonet from his knife guard. He hacked at the straps that hadn't broken until until the last one finally gave way, falling the 13 foot onto the snow he landed in a roll. He stood up, now were am i, he looked thought the darkness for something that that could define for him were he was. Then he saw it, a hill with a rock formation on it that he knew was on the maps they had been given for the jump. He pulled his map from his rucksack and looked at it. He was about 12 miles from the ERV. (emergency rendezvous point)
Dagmar felt the adrenalin rush around his body as he sprinted through the darkness. It was a bitter winter night but for the first time in as long as Dagmar could remember there was a stunningly bright full moon and the stars were ponient and plenty full. "This is terrifying" thought Dagmar "and i could swear i keep hearing foot steps behind me." He turned and looked at the darkness behind him he tried to shrug of these thoughts and looked forward. He started sprinting again, he dropped to his knee next to a tree; half to check his map and half to catch his breath. He just had to keep moving north-west toward the ridge and he would find the ERV.
He kept thinking about the footsteps he had just heard, "I'm just being paranoid" he thought to himself "i just need to keep moving." "Sh*t" he thought looking at his watch "I'm be falling behind, they will leave from the ERV at 0530 weather I'm there or not." Just as he was getting ready to carry on running he heard a voice behind him. Speaking in English "Stop you Gerry scum." His heart skipped a beat, then went into over drive. The adrenalin in his body increased rapidly as he felt cold and fear set into his body, masking his thoughts and not allowing him any room to think. "Turn" said the voice. "And drop that gun." He was lucky he could speak English fluently. "Please" Dagmar said in a shaky voice "please just" The tommy cut across him "shut up and drop the gun."
As he turned, dropping his MP44 with a dull thud, he saw the tommy standing there with a look of superiority on his face. It was a terrifying feeling that Dagmar had never experienced before, looking into the eyes of a man who held his life in there hands. He saw the tommy fingers trembling on the trigger of the Lee enfield. "Maybe he is just as scared as i am" thought Dagmar. "i doubt it though." Then it happened, a load bang in the distance followed by a larger one immediately after. The tommy eyes flicked momentarily to the left and Dagmar jumped on the moment, or more precisely, onto the tommy. Knocking the Lee enfield to the left his left fist connected with the mans face. They landed apart on the floor and both scrambled up to get the next hit in.
Dagmar fist was the next to connect, scoring the second hit, with the bottom of the mans rib cage. The two men fell to the freezing ground, Dagmar on top of the tommy, both of them hitting any part of the other that they could find. Dagmar felt blows hit is face that just didn't seem to register any pain. The one that did register some pain was the tommy's left knee into Dagmar's crotch. Pain shot through his whole pelvis as he fell side ways of the tommy and fell on to the damp woodland floor. He physically could not move. The German got triumphantly to his feet and walked toward Dagmar pulling his webley from his holster. When he was bearly a foot from Dagmar, lady luck decided to have her say. The Tommy's right foot sank into a rabbit hole that came up to just above his ankle, just inches from Dagmar's left leg. Dagmar kicked out, his foot connecting with the Tommy's shin. Because of the way his foot was wedged in the rabbit and the power of Dagmar's kick the tommy had no way to fall with out something giving way. Dagmar heard the sickening crack and saw the mans shin bone snap, back wards, in on its self. The penetrating scream let out by the tommy made Dagmar glad he had gotten the crotch shot instead. It was a terrible, penetrating scream.
Dagmar jumped to his feet, picked up the webly and pointed it directly at the Tommy's head. The look of fear and excruciating pain on the Tommy's face almost made John feel sorry for a second as he lay there in the snow, clutching he shin and looking up at Dagmar. Dagmar hesitated, should he kill this unarmed man? But then he remembered the last time one of the two people in this fight had been pointing a gun at the other...and how the tables had turned. He felt his finger tighten on the trigger. The load BANG echoed around Dagmar in the darkness as the tommy's body slumped onto the ground. Dagmar felt a tear form in his eye as he turned away from the body of the man he had just killed.
-JT
Account E-Mail: (This is needed to validate your account)
Name:
Nationality:
German
What Army will Your Character Serve Beneath?
German
Character History:
Dagmar was born in 1919 in Berlin. He always longed to do something great, something that the world would remember him by. He was averagely intelligent, but never had the aptitude to do the same thing day in day out so he therefor never focused that much in school. Upon leaving school at the age of 18 he didn't really know what to do with himself. He wondered from job to job, never being able to settle in to any job, never bring able to find a job that he could fit into. When war broke out in 1939 Dagmar, like everyone else, saw the posters saying "fight for your country" and "make a hero out of yourself." He decided to join up and discovered that he loved, he loved obeying the strict orders, the strict routine, the fitness if it. Even though it could be quite a sameish job, he found he didn't mind, because he new it was all leading up to that moment of ultimate excitement. He lived and would quite happily die for the army.
Military Rank:
Any
but be nice 
Writing Sample:
The air rushed past him, freezing him, and generally making this a very uncomfortable jump. This was the 5 time he had had left a plane whilst it was still in the air. He had let himself fall for about 30 seconds before opening his chute, he had now been falling at a lot slower speeds for about 20 minutes. He was absolutely freezing now and he could no longer move his arms. On top of that he was starting to drift away from the main pack, but he could not move his arms properly so he couldn't do anything about it. He could feel his head going dizzy, he was to cold and was loosing consciousness. The last thing he saw was him breaking thought the last of the clouds, and the trees hundreds of feet below.
When he awoke his whole body was numb, he was hanging about 13 foot above the ground, his parachute caught on a tree. "Thank god" he thought "landing whilst unconscious would have interesting results, like 2 broken legs." He new he needed to get moving or his body would fall into unconsciousness from the cold, he pulled his bayonet from his knife guard. He hacked at the straps that hadn't broken until until the last one finally gave way, falling the 13 foot onto the snow he landed in a roll. He stood up, now were am i, he looked thought the darkness for something that that could define for him were he was. Then he saw it, a hill with a rock formation on it that he knew was on the maps they had been given for the jump. He pulled his map from his rucksack and looked at it. He was about 12 miles from the ERV. (emergency rendezvous point)
Dagmar felt the adrenalin rush around his body as he sprinted through the darkness. It was a bitter winter night but for the first time in as long as Dagmar could remember there was a stunningly bright full moon and the stars were ponient and plenty full. "This is terrifying" thought Dagmar "and i could swear i keep hearing foot steps behind me." He turned and looked at the darkness behind him he tried to shrug of these thoughts and looked forward. He started sprinting again, he dropped to his knee next to a tree; half to check his map and half to catch his breath. He just had to keep moving north-west toward the ridge and he would find the ERV.
He kept thinking about the footsteps he had just heard, "I'm just being paranoid" he thought to himself "i just need to keep moving." "Sh*t" he thought looking at his watch "I'm be falling behind, they will leave from the ERV at 0530 weather I'm there or not." Just as he was getting ready to carry on running he heard a voice behind him. Speaking in English "Stop you Gerry scum." His heart skipped a beat, then went into over drive. The adrenalin in his body increased rapidly as he felt cold and fear set into his body, masking his thoughts and not allowing him any room to think. "Turn" said the voice. "And drop that gun." He was lucky he could speak English fluently. "Please" Dagmar said in a shaky voice "please just" The tommy cut across him "shut up and drop the gun."
As he turned, dropping his MP44 with a dull thud, he saw the tommy standing there with a look of superiority on his face. It was a terrifying feeling that Dagmar had never experienced before, looking into the eyes of a man who held his life in there hands. He saw the tommy fingers trembling on the trigger of the Lee enfield. "Maybe he is just as scared as i am" thought Dagmar. "i doubt it though." Then it happened, a load bang in the distance followed by a larger one immediately after. The tommy eyes flicked momentarily to the left and Dagmar jumped on the moment, or more precisely, onto the tommy. Knocking the Lee enfield to the left his left fist connected with the mans face. They landed apart on the floor and both scrambled up to get the next hit in.
Dagmar fist was the next to connect, scoring the second hit, with the bottom of the mans rib cage. The two men fell to the freezing ground, Dagmar on top of the tommy, both of them hitting any part of the other that they could find. Dagmar felt blows hit is face that just didn't seem to register any pain. The one that did register some pain was the tommy's left knee into Dagmar's crotch. Pain shot through his whole pelvis as he fell side ways of the tommy and fell on to the damp woodland floor. He physically could not move. The German got triumphantly to his feet and walked toward Dagmar pulling his webley from his holster. When he was bearly a foot from Dagmar, lady luck decided to have her say. The Tommy's right foot sank into a rabbit hole that came up to just above his ankle, just inches from Dagmar's left leg. Dagmar kicked out, his foot connecting with the Tommy's shin. Because of the way his foot was wedged in the rabbit and the power of Dagmar's kick the tommy had no way to fall with out something giving way. Dagmar heard the sickening crack and saw the mans shin bone snap, back wards, in on its self. The penetrating scream let out by the tommy made Dagmar glad he had gotten the crotch shot instead. It was a terrible, penetrating scream.
Dagmar jumped to his feet, picked up the webly and pointed it directly at the Tommy's head. The look of fear and excruciating pain on the Tommy's face almost made John feel sorry for a second as he lay there in the snow, clutching he shin and looking up at Dagmar. Dagmar hesitated, should he kill this unarmed man? But then he remembered the last time one of the two people in this fight had been pointing a gun at the other...and how the tables had turned. He felt his finger tighten on the trigger. The load BANG echoed around Dagmar in the darkness as the tommy's body slumped onto the ground. Dagmar felt a tear form in his eye as he turned away from the body of the man he had just killed.
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